My Life In A Gang part 8 By Agua The story is about tough fights between a girls' and a boy gang. Exploiting a boy's "weak spot" often helps the girls. This story contains explicit sexual and violent material incl. rape, castration and torture and should only be read by adults. If ballbusting is a matter of offence, please DO NOT read. 8. Head Quarter Since the agent worked this powerful and since we had meanwhile more female fighters than equipment, we decided to dare the boldest possible action: To attack the jeansers' head quarter to free many girls who were held there as prisoners! (This way, we could also capture a lot of equipment.) It should be a large scale test for our new stiffening agent. The jeansers' HQ was something like a concrete shelter, as it had no windows, only one entrance door guarded by two boys from outside and surely further boys inside. Luckily, the aeration was done by one blower which sucked the outside air at one point. Now, some of our girls had the task to spread the agent via the aeration system inside the whole HQ: They climbed the roof and could reach the aeration tube without difficulties. Then they pumped the agent into the aeration tube in huge amounts. Meanwhile, we had to crack the entrance door. Since the usage of bows was illegal, we approached the guards carefully from behind. Four girls attacked each boy: He was torn backward and his mouth covered so that he could not cry for help. Before he even could react, his jeans and cup was stripped down. Three precise hits on both, his glands and balls, paralyzed him. Then both boys were torn into the bushes where we stripped them off completely. Squeezing their balls, we forced them to tell us any details about the troops in their headquarter. Now, we waved with his captured briefs to the other girls as the determined sign that everything was OK. Our whole army came. Entering the building was easier than we thought since the captured guards had the keys with them. (Originally we thought that the doors could be opened only from inside.) After opening the door, we recognized that the agent worked perfectly: Two older boys were screwing a youngster while another boy was helping himself. All of them had their jeans and cups down. I rushed against the boy who was screwing a youngster: I kicked hard between his legs and hit all four balls: those of the screwer as well as those of the younger. Both jeansers fell down, whimpering in agony! The other boy, who had by now held the younger for that he could not move, attacked me, but another kick of my foot sent him to his comrades. Finally the masturbating jeanser rang alert, and boys came from all rooms. They were completely unprepared for a fight, because they had been sleeping, having a shower or - most of them! - masturbating because of the agent. Some wore correct uniforms, while many just wore silk-shorts or briefs or cups with supporter. But anyway, all of them had a hard-on which made their cups more or less ineffective. A private in yellow nylon shorts attacked me. His balls were still protected by his cup, but his stiff cock had slipped out off it and stood rock-hard in his shorts with a fully exposed glands. I simply grabbed for his cock inside his shorts and turned it clockwise. The boy was yelling with pain and finally broke down. One of our girls had wrestled down a boy. She kneed beside him; her right hand weighed heavy on his breast, while her left hand squeezed his balls. Suddenly, another boy came from behind and kicked between her spread legs. Even though I had often enough experienced it myself, it was still amazing for me, how effective this technique was even against a girl! Like a boy, she cupped her hands around her busted groin, whimpering in pain, unable to fight. I didn't understand why she didn't wear a groin guard! To take revenge, I immediately cared about this tough guy: He just wore wet white cotton briefs in which his hard-on was well developed. My fist slammed like a hammer on the head of his cock. He howled in pain, even though I hadn't touched his balls at all! What a weenie! When he tried to fight against me, I grabbed for his buttocks for that he couldn't break out. Now I kneed him several times into the nuts. Wham! Wham! Wham! He wanted to move his abdomen backwards, but my both hands held him tight! Finally, he broke down. I turned him on his back, while I sat on him. My left knee pressed heavily upon his balls till he passed out. As far as I could see, the situation was nicely under our control: Most boys were howling on the ground while our girls took care of their balls and underwear! Often, the boys laid on their breast while the girls stripped down their jeans. Underneath, jockstraps, panties or silk shorts were to be seen. We left them their underwear, just the cups were taken out, of course. Now, it was time to set our imprisoned girls free. About 20 girls joined me to assault the basement. We met approximately 10 male warders, some of them in complete uniform, others only in shorts and jockstrap. Like the boys upstairs, they were completely surprised by our attack. The imprisoned, naked girls yelled applause in their cages when they saw us. Some guards tried to stop us; we simply pushed them backward against the cages. Immediately, the girls inside grabbed through the grids the boys' arms and legs, so that they couldn't move anymore. From behind, the girls even opened and stripped down the jeans and protective gear of their prison-warders. On their balls, they could now take revenge for the numberless rapes and humiliations! Meanwhile, we opened the cages and set our mates free. The warders not involved by now, saw that it was time to flee! Two youngsters tried to climb over a fence to reach an exit. (As typically for these 16-years-old, both didn't wear a cup.) But our liberated comrades were faster! One boy had only reached half of the fence's height, so that fist cuff from below to his most sensitive parts made him fall down. Two girls unzipped his female rookie-jeans, and now his balls had to stand even much harder treatments. The other boy had already reached the top of the fence. He only wore thin shiny nylon shorts, no further clothing. Now, girls' hands from both sides of the fence grabbed his legs and dragged them down! He was literally riding on the fence, just that it was pointed like a fork and sharp- edged enough to penetrate through his thin nylon shorts and spike his balls. The girls on both sides didn't stop tugging him along the fence until his white nylon shorts got bloody. I looked around: The prison-warders were overwhelmed by their former prisoners. Most of them were already naked, while the girls were putting on the boys' equipment. Just one boy was still in full uniform including his cup! A naked girl stood over him holding his legs spread apart and stomped again and again to the point were his legs met. Like all other boys, he involuntarily had a hard-on caused by the agent and the sight of all these naked, sexy girls. Therefore his protective cup was not protective at all! At every stomp he let out a shrill scream. The girl didn't stop her treatment until he passed out and pissed himself wet. Coming back upstairs we saw that all boys had surrendered. We ordered them to lay on the back, slightly spreading and raising their legs and to hold their legs with their arms. So their balls and pussies were nicely exposed so that we could easily stomp between their legs if the tried to flee or attack us! We were especially proud to have a major (who is aloud to command up to 150 boys!) as prisoner. He still wore our first captured black nylon shorts! Additionally, approximately 60 boys and their equipment were captured. From the storage room we took all equipment (male and female jeans and pants, silk shorts, cups and female groin guards) for another 100 fighters. In the laundry we found a lot of dirty underwear (regular briefs, jockstraps, silk shorts but also female panties worn by boys) which we mainly spread among our girls as souvenir. While we normally ordered our prisoners to strip off all clothing, we left them this time their underwear to be able to distinguish their ranks. Only boys wearing captured girls' panties had to undress, because we didn't like to see that even our troops had sometimes lost fights. To humiliate these boys, they had to take dirty male briefs or shorts which other boys had formerly already worn. We decided to use the rest of the dirty underwear for the other boys who were now also forced to exchange their briefs and shorts. It was real fun to humiliate them by ordering to put on this shitted and pissed stuff! Now, all girls stood for a roll-call while our captain, who run this operation, thanked us for our efforts. The girls stood in rows forming a square around the captain, everyone with spread legs, the hand crossed on the back. From the shape of the bulge in their tight- fitting jeans, one could easily recognize whether they wore a male cup or a pussy guard. The captured boys lay or sit in front of them, their shorts or briefs stripped down to the knees. Many of them cupped their hands around their sore balls! Afterwards, we ordered the young rookies to screw their commissioned officers (from sergeant on) being 5 to 10 years older. These boys of higher rank (mostly in their twenties) had to bend over (doggy style!), their nylon shorts were stripped down, so that their pussies could be taken by the much younger kiddies. Not accustomed to dry-fucking, the commissioned officers howled in pain. Shortly before the youngsters tossed off, the stopped them, and the next rookie had to screw the asshole. So we made sure that non of them had fun! To humiliate the commissioned officers even more, they had to give their recruits a blow-job and to lick their assholes. Just sucking the cock was not enough, but they also had to swallow their cream! Of course, the major had to start, followed by his commissioned officers. Afterwards, anything - all equipment, but also the washing machines, TV-set and so on - was transported by the prisoner boys to our headquarter. We locked approximately 40 boys in the cages of their own HQ, while the others served us as training partners in our HQ. Especially our youngsters who still needed to learn many fighting techniques, could test now on a male opponent how to crack a boy's balls and how to overwhelm cupped guys. Again, I was astonished how merciless these young girls (14 to 16) fought and cracked both older and young jeansers. They were especially proud if they could castrate an enemy by a powerful fist cuff, kick, stomp or by squeezing. In the beginning, the boy-cream was desired as refreshing drink. But after about one week of many hard training fights most of the boys were sterile or at least one ball was cracked so that they produced less and less milk. (Especially, the young rookies lost their virility quickly!) Therefore, we let them go, after their assholes had got to know some fertilizer sticks.